There’s merit in the truth,
Honesty; openness; love,
Lies only feed lies,
And it’s hard to keep track.
The stories you’ve told,
More precious to you than gold.
They keep your secrets safe,
But they dull your shiny world.
One day maybe you’ll tell,
And maybe it’ll go well,
Julie managed to make it down the street before she had to pull her car over. She rested her head on the steering wheel as her body shook with sobs. When she looked up, she saw herself reflected at her through the rearview mirror.
“Look at you!! All puffy-faced, and…